The Faded Paradox
You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. It is thick and metallic. Like a penny held under the tongue. You do not open your eyes. You know where you are. You know who you are. You are David. You are a man of forty-two who has never done anything wrong and yet is treated as if he has committed a crime against the air itself. The dream is still there. It sits on your chest like a heavy...
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